|:|PART 5|:| Bad Feels So Good |
“Your turn? I didn’t realize we were taking turns.” A smirk pulled at the corner of his face as he backed up, wiping his mouth. She slid off the counter and sauntered over to him, scooped his tie in her hand and pulled his lips down to meet hers.
She pulled away and undid the tie, holding his eyes. She gently pulled it from around his neck and laid it on the back of an armchair, placed one hand at his side and stroked over his abs while she walked around him at a measured pace. His muscles flexed under her touch. She grazed a roaming hand over his ass and squeezed a smile on her lips.
Nice. Firm, she thought.
She slid both hands around him, pressing her body firm to his back and running her fingers over the silky fabric of his dress shirt. She unbuttoned his shirt and parted it. She moaned when she felt firm, warm skin under her finger tips. She could vividly imagine the smooth, tan planes of his chest, dark nipples, and a cute belly button. She let her fingers follow the indent of his belly button before she let her hands move back up his chest, and down. Further down until she grazed over his thickening cock through his dress pants. She clasped her hand along the protrusion and rubbed him there.
His chest was struggling to pull in breaths, his body rumbling with a sensual moan. She peeled the dress shirt off his shoulders, marveling at his back as it flexed when the fabric shifted off his upper body. She allowed her fingers to run up his back and over his shoulders.
He tried to turn around and face her. “Uh-uh,” she scolded.
He grunted but complied, letting her explore his torso. She unbuckled his belt and pants then moved them over his hips, taking his underwear down with them. She combed her nails gently along his quads and inner thighs.
He sighed and groaned, making her smile. Oh, he had had a great time torching her in the hall. She had plans to return the favor in full -- with a bit of interest.
She cupped his balls and grabbed his cock with her other hand. She stroked him with a steady pace, rolling the liquid that seeped from the head of his penis along his length. His breathing increased, his hips rocking back and forth to the rhythm of her strokes. She kissed his spine and picked up her pace. A shiver shook his body. He grabbed her hands and turned toward her.
“Enough.” He picked her up and claimed her mouth with a vengeance, pushing them both toward the bedroom. His tongue licked her own, deep and purposeful, sending her mind into a daze. He unzipped her dress and took it off then laid her on the bed.
He climbed in the bed and kissed up her leg, nibbling her inner thigh, making her gasp with pleasure and want and need. He kissed her pussy then ran his tongue up to her clit. She arched toward him, lacing her fingers through his hair. He kissed up her body to her nipples, collarbone, neck, and jaw as he settled between her legs.
She reached between her legs and grabbed his sheathed penis, positioning him at the cusp of her sex.
He was still but she felt his gaze on her face. She looked in his eyes, intense and searching. He held hers for an extended period even as he pushed his cock inside her.
Her breathing faltered and her mouth fell open, releasing a breathy moan as he slid into her slippery sex.
“Oh God,” she whined when he pulled out then pushed back in steadily, measured. His attention was focused on her face, but she couldn’t hold his eyes. Hers closed of their own accord.
His sensual laughter brought her heavy eyes open.
“God?” he cooed, kissing the side of her mouth, his hips working steadily to send bursts of heated bliss to her brain. “Does it feel that good?”
She nodded, hiking her legs over his hips to let him in even deeper.
His breath caught and he quickened his pace. She was tingling everywhere, hovering right on the precipice before she fell into a dizzying euphoric bliss. He sped up, pumping into her, pistoning his cock in her pussy until his movements staggered and became jerky.
“Oh, fucking shit,” he whispered, his face pointed to the ceiling. His eyes found hers again, a silly smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. “Mmmm, damn.”
She rubbed his back and a smile emerged to match his. “Again.”
“You’re insatiable.” Sebastian collapsed on the bed while Tabetha headed to what he guessed was the bathroom. He exhaled, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling. He’d had a lot of sex in one night before, but the bronzed beauty was making even him tired.
He took another deep breath and sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to be doing.
He pushed himself up on wobbly legs. Goddamn it. He conjured up some semblance of stability and headed out to the living space where his clothes were in a pile somewhere. It didn’t matter how tired he was, he never stayed the night. He had to make sure he was home for Abigail.
He got dressed.
He might have been an epic failure at picking the kid up from school, as had recently been pointed out to him, but he got her to school. That was important, right?
He grimaced. No, Sebastian. It’s all important.
His dearly departed wife would have been so disappointed at him for forgetting about Abby. In all fairness, he honestly didn’t remember firing the nanny. Sometimes his temper got out in front of other matters.
“You running out on me?” Tabetha cooed, leaning on the bedroom door frame, wrapped in a robe.
“It’s getting late. I don’t want Abby to get worried.”
She nodded. “What are you going to tell your daughter? Because you know she’s going to ask.” She pushed off the door frame and headed into the kitchen.
He shrugged. “I’ll come up with something.”
“A lie?” She pulled a water container and two cups.
“I never lie to my kid. She can smell bullshit a mile away.”
She walked over to him and offered a glass of water. “I mean we’re not going to, you know, uh ... do this again, right?” She crossed her arms over her chest after taking a sip of the cool liquid.
He frowned, assessing her steadily. If he wasn’t mistaken, she might be disappointed by that. But of course he had to be mistaken. “That’s a safe bet, I’d say.”
She found her feet but didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t sure why he cared, but her expression, which he interpreted as sadness, was making him uneasy.
She looked down at her feet. “You’re right. I think it’s pretty clear we’re not compatible. I mean, on things that matter.”
He frowned. “What does that mean? We actually talked for all of two minutes.”
She shifted. “We fight a lot unless we’re fucking, but even then it gets tense.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. He cupped her face then pulled her to him, eliciting a yelp from her. He kissed her lips longer than he had intended. Before she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into another marathon mating session, he let go and waved over his shoulder. “I should go.”
“Tell Abby I said hi,” she said.
He dared not look back or he wouldn’t be able leave. He could still smell the remnants of her scent, perfume, lotion and body wash on his hands, his body, his clothes. It was going to be a long ride home.
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